So I told old Bucky he was formally a spy for detention now. Approved of by old Tres himself. I never seen my boy so happy before. He was running around, jumping in the air and scratching anything that would take his claws.
Then he did something he never did before. He jumps up into me lap, rolls on his back, gets to purring like a V8, and offers up his belly.
"Give it a rub Aimless. It's warm and soft. The humans love it, but I don't share it with just anyone."
Got that straight. I seen a passerby catch him unawares in the sun one day. That monkey boy reached down to rub Bucky's belly in an uninvited fashion, and came away with several mangled digits.
We's sittin' in front of the fire and I stroked his belly real careful. He purred along and I'm thinking to meself, "Is demons supposed to like stroking a soft, warm, furry, kitty belly." I mean I found it quite satisfying on a spiritual level.
Is there anything wrong with that?
- Aimless
